One morning one morning
As work I begun
What did I see
Riding out of the sun
On the road from Lexington
One rider one rider
Beating the breeze
Down on his saddle
Low to his knees
Coming through my willow trees
Now closer the terrible
Work of the gun
Was stiffened and black
Where his blood all had run
But I knew my wayward son
One morning one morning
The boy of my breast
Came to my door
Unable to rest
Even in the arms of death
